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the invisible voice
the words will echo from my fortune cookie fortress.
Tuesday, August 9, 2011
Cracks become Crevasses
concrete tunnels underground
keep watch against the waters.
but as they give, we'll rise up from
the dungeons of our fathers
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cynical bones
August 24, 2011 at 5:21 PM
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